This morning, I briefly thought about writing a post. That's what you DO on a blog, right? But I didn't. All I could think of was: I got nuthin to say.
Well... now I do.
Jim is doing his civic duty today, for Jury Duty. I'm baby sitting The Pup. She has Barkarrhea today. That's like diarrhea... only with noise instead of... well, you know.
My thumb is infected. Hurts. Has hurt for the last 8 months actually. Some days I get frustrated and start whining and feeling sorry for myself. Some days it feels like my "pain cup" is already full, and the least little thing will make it overflow. The old "I can't take any more" crapola thinking.
So, for the umpteenth time, I bumped said thumb. That was IT. That was all it took... I let out a scream, more in frustration than the pain. Then I felt bad because Joey came running, all worried that something was wrong. She wanted to lick me, to make it better. Sigh... then of course, I felt silly, and my pride wondered if the neighbors heard my meltdown. Double sigh...
THEN... I thought of all the stuff others are going through. Not in the big world; you could overwhelm yourself if you went there. No, just my own little world... the people I know, my family and friends. And then I really DID feel silly.
It's not life threatening, or crippling, or even life altering. It just hurts a lot. And sooner or later, it will get better. And I started thinking of all I really DO have to feel thankful about... and it's a lot.
Yesterday I watched a PBS special: Yanni Live in El Morrow. I've always loved to paint to Yanni music. It's instrumental mostly, and relaxing and uplifting to me. During the special, he said that he doesn't write his music when he is in the middle of hard times. He waits... and writes it after he's gone through the healing/learning process. Ahhh... I could relate. I realized that's the way I like to write my blog, and that's even the way I paint.
So here I am, done with the screaming, and shifting my focus to gratitude.
Thank you, Joey, for interrupting my pity party.
My book quote for today: "I've observed that all lasting change is preceded by changed thinking. Any other type of change will be only temporary. The place to begin, then, is with your thought life, with a revival of your mind." --Tommy Newberry, The 4:8 Principle
My verse for today: "When I said, 'My foot is slipping', your unfailing love, Lord, supported me."
My quote for today: "If you wait for circumstances to be perfect before moving forward, you'll do much more waiting than achieving. If, instead, you make the most of what you have here and now, life will be full indeed. You are here, in this place at this time. There's something unique and wonderful that you can do with it all." --Ralph Marston
Enjoy the Journey,
Loretta
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DAY 1018
6 comments:
Isn't that the truth.
When something is really painful, emotional or physical, who wants to talk about it?
That's a shame really because we should be able to say when something is getting too much before we reach melt down stage. I haven't learned nor had the inner strength to do that yet.
Glad your day improved. The blessings of a puppy!
On a roll here. One flaxseed etc loaf baking. One in my head for this afternoon and in between another go at homemade Greek yoghurt. Will I succeed this time? I have all Deb's instructions at my fingertips including a thermometer. Here's hoping.
That's a long time to have a pesky sore thumb. How aggravating. You have my sympathy.
Blessings
Hmmm. That IS a long time for a problem to persist. Is the MD doing all s/he should be doing?
And it seems to me that a painful digit is a BIG deal if you're an artist.
I know what you're saying in this post, really I do, but I'm not a big fan of discounting one's own distress just because others have it harder. You can be grateful for all you have and still acknowledge that this thumb thing really hurts and is a continual annoyance.
I know that you know that. It's kind of a pet peeve of mine. hehe. I should open a kennel, I have so many pet peeves. :}
Hugs, girlfriend.
Deb
Thanks, MargieAnne, I appreciate you.
Hugs right back at you!
Hope your thumb heals up soon. I have two bad hands, wrists, arms, so can empathize. I get that nerve pain that not much will touch.
I've done the same as you, learned to be grateful for what I have. We take so many small things for granted that are wonderful -- time, shelter, electricity, a refrigerator (when our broke in the fall, I learned to really appreciate this luxury), a car, food on the table, a working bathroom ... there's too many things we take for granted. And when I stopped whining about what I didn't have and started appreciating what I did, the world shifted. I became happy. What does it matter what I haven't got? I've got a lot and some great friends to share it with.
Yay for Joey. I think a sore finger is a big deal, too. What don't we use our hands for?
As a writer, I jot down raw emotions when they occur for later use. Anyway, quick healing to you.
"As a writer, I jot down raw emotions when they occur for later use."
I hadn't thought of that in terms of a writer. But it makes sense. I recently started making similar idea notes for paintings. :-)
"Anyway, quick healing to you."
Thank you, Mary!
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